She was happy that finally Amy was spreading her legs and satisfying her needs. Later that day, Amy and Arfa went out and did some shopping. They did ...verything they could, spending money like paper pampering themselves with costly clothes to a pedicure. Their skin glowed after a golden facial.But that was not the facial either of them was looking for. After all, the apartment had arranged a grand annual event for all its residents. Amy had to attend that. Meanwhile, Arfa had an event to. It wasn't, after all, her that was getting married. She just fucked Dean every now and again when she was bored. Or too tired to go out and find some cock of her own. Tracy didn't mind. She liked watching as Kimberly bounced up and down on her fiance, her piercing clinking with every jump. Kimberly's favorite outfit was a black fishnet body suit that would be perfect with a pair of thigh high leather boots she owned. She loved the way these sorts of outfits left her piercings in clear view.. Based upon what I noticed during that time he must have influenced at least sixty to seventy percent of the people he spoke to. Now, while I was amazed at the Reverend you can’t mistake me for a follower, no he was just a steady paycheck for me. Anyway I guess that was why I quickly figured out a way to get a little good of my own from the Reverend. The layout of the stage would be perfect, with the back passageway to a small room which the Reverend used as a small office. Well it just so. Rob’s hand slid around behind her, grabbing her cheek and pulling her to him. He slid deeper inside her. Leaning forward, he kissed her deeply on the lips. His tongue pierced her lips just as his penis did down below. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him to her. They were in a love embrace. He leaned to her ear and whispered, ‘I love you Sweetie’. He ground himself against her pubis mound, sliding inside her with each stroke. She had her legs wrapped around him and rocked with his.